I’m stopping the caravan long enough to dry that meat

And even typing it out seems pathetic, like a cry for attention. But I don’t want attention- I want… shit I don’t know what I want. No one’s even gonna see this anyway so what’s the damned point.

I’ve got maybe two people who care enough about me to help and they’re nowhere nearby. No one here. No one nearby. I want to stop hurting all the time. I want to sleep at night. I want to have someone hold me and let me fall apart and put me back together. I don’t have anything. Or anyone.

Like why am I even trying? I always thought having a kid meant less loneliness but it doesn’t. I don’t want this life. I don’t want to grow old alone and sad. I’ve got nothing except him and he’s probably be better off somewhere else too.

Unalive myself and be done with it.

I saw that this morning and it makes me feel old

They’re aren’t! They’re just…ships!

It’s red 40 I’m allergic to. But you impress me: people in my real life tend to forget that allergy.

Ooooooooooo

In the immortal words of Wayne Campbell, she will be mine. Oh, yes. She will be mine.

Oh I need her

Here’s the big question: did the wife KNOW the razors were in the apples?😂😂

But the real MVP is Judy’s watch. It stayed on this whole time!